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Post by shadowreine on Jan 10, 2011 20:37:09 GMT -5
Kylith had not been a happy dragon for some time. While it was true that dragons do not remember details of events, they remember their relationships.
Instinct had driven him to chase Kellerth, but he barely remembered that. He remembered only that he had lost Malaracyth.
Launching from the rim, the riderless bronze flew a lazy circle above the Weyr. His was occupied and he had only his own thoughts to keep him company. His Weyr...it still was, even if he and C'lyn would likely never lead it again.
Still his Weyr, and he would, he was determined, feed the next spy or assassin that showed up to Teosk. That was a thought leaking from his rider.
Feeding them to Teosk. Dragons did not relish violence, but Kylith had yet to shed his anger over all that had occurred. He glided towards the fireheights, catching a thermal to lift him upwards the slight distance he needed.
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Post by Yamamoto on Jan 12, 2011 23:20:51 GMT -5
There was one dragon who wacthed form his ledge as the bronze dragon took off to the sky. This one didn't say anything as he wacthed and knew that his cucthsire greived for his lost weyrmate. Purth looked on with sadness to see what the large bronze had been reduced to recently. It was not somthing that he liked to see, and he hoped to try and cheer the larger male up... as the white took off into the sky he found somthing to be quite odd... becuase the bronze when it came to age, was no longer the senior dragon. Becuase of there jounry back in time. The white was now three turns older than the very dragon who sired him. Things certianly where quite odd on that front. He followed along behind the bronze slowly and really didn't say anything at first becuase he didn't want to distrub the other male and just let him fly along in peace. Yet he knew that he would eventually have to do it, becuase it wasn't good for the most improtant bronze in there weyr... the senior bronze really, to keep acting like this.
The white finally caught up and came up next to his clucth father as he crooned softly to the larger dragon and came in close and softly nuzzled him. Then he finally softly spoke in the others direction, What is wrong Kylith? Would you like to talk about it with me? We can go and find maybe a nice spot on the beach and relax and play in the water if you want. The white was obviously going to do anything that he could to try and get the mind of the bronze on more happier thoughts if he could do that. Which was really what he hoped that he would be able to do. There was almost a sadness in his eyes as he looked at the larger dragon, who had suffered so much pain and so much loss. He didn't know what he would do himself if he where to lose Renith. He felt that he couldn't live without the rainbow, even though he felt that he would never be able to cacth her... that still didn't mean the white didn't think of her as his weyrmate.
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Post by shadowreine on Jan 13, 2011 21:44:40 GMT -5
Mine is unhappy. Typical of a dragon, even a bronze, his rider's mood came to his mind before his own, backwinging to land on the fireheights and then shifting to give the white the space he needed to join him. As many dragons did, he gave a little too much space.
The whites and rainbows were so much smaller than greens that, sometimes, it seemed to confuse the larger dragons. The bronze furled his wings against his side.
And he is angry. And he wants to do something to protect Allride for good, but he can't think of anything.
Kylith did not mention that both he and C'lyn were almost wishing Thread would, after all, fall. That would bring peace, they were both sure of it. When they wanted peace, not revenge. It oscillated, it shifted. Revenge was such a sweet thought.
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